“I know why you’re sick and I know why you passed out,” he tells her.
“Okay. Well, hit me with some Tamiflu and send me back to Texas,” she snaps.
“You’re pregnant, Angie.” And there is a roaring in my ears. I couldn’t have heard him correctly. Thankfully, Angel asks him to repeat himself.
“WHAT?!” She hollers.
“Angie, you’re pregnant. Congratulations!”
“Mable is going to be fit to be tied when she finds out I knew first!” Marie cackles. I throw my head back and laugh. Poor Angel looks shell-shocked. That is until she hears me laugh.
“What are you laughing at?” She snaps.
“We’ll just leave you alone for now while we go get the ultrasound machine. Be right back.”
“You, this baby, everything. It’s everything I ever wanted,” I look at her. “And we’re getting married, like yesterday. I’ll fly us right to Vegas, or I’ll give you until September to throw a wedding together, which is plenty of time if you factor in Mable, my mother, and grandmothers. But that’s it. I won’t wait a day longer,” I smile at her.
“You’re ok with this?” She asks me.
“Of course,” I tell her. “You want a boy or a girl?” I ask.
“I’m happy either way,” she says softly. As the nurse and doctor wheel in this funny looking computer and plug it in.
The doctor starts tapping away at the keys and a weird yellow wave appears on the screen. This must be what we were waiting for. Then the doctor puts a giant stick in some interesting places and before I can comment, the most beautiful sound in the world surrounds us. It’s strong and rapid like drums in a marching band.
“Strong heartbeat,” the doctor says.
“That’s the heartbeat?” I ask, staring at the screen. The doctor punches some more keys and something flutters over the screen. And then I see it. It’s a baby. It’s my baby. “Holy shit,” I say, Angel’s hand clutched in mine.
“That’s our baby,” she says softly.
“That’s our everything,” I say before leaning over her to brush the hair off her face. Planting a grateful kiss on her temple. Angel and the baby,that’s my everything.
